That Line of Want Within

THAT LINE OF WANT WITHIN How did you know that such a thing Hid beneath my scars and linens My little line of want, my line held taut Under white sheets as the sun pours through Taking moisture from our wet mix We run, hand in hand, in a violent dream From the sin and the lust within The water rose and met with repugnant ease A question of beams and water-filled breeze Lingering above our safety net Waiting to stir the dares yet met With the sheets askew and the moment baby blue Talk of what was born, sure to be ridiculed With a list of growing risks, lullabies ensued Oh, How did you know that such a thing Hid beneath my scars and linens My little line of want, my line held taut